Basement Lab - 3W, Diagon Alley
*unpacking and arranging supplies on the basement shelves at 3W*
Wow. Another long day. Shopping of all things. Took advantage of the Tuesday off day to close shop and replenish supplies here and there… and thank Merlin! I’m so so glad we finally bought proper beds… *does a happy little box step with a jar of stabilized ashwinder eggs*
But that salesman… what a freakish little man! As if we ourselves weren’t salesmen of the highest caliber! of a sort So blindingly amusing the way Freddy and I led him on a merry chase through the shop “looking for the right beds” only to come back to the model we saw early in the visit. Loathe as I am to admit it, I think we may have taken it a little far with the “we’ve only ever had one bed” *bat eyelashes innocently* comment. But it did lower the price, so I suppose I should be thankful for dear Mr. Parony’s perversions.
I’m glad that Fred and I are at least mostly talking again, but I guess not saying what we should be about The Great Git. He’s obviously still convinced that there’s hope for restitution; I just don’t want to argue with him. So fine. Whatever. I shall avoid acknowledging the small prickling sensation in the “Freddy’s being a wanker” portion of our shared brain for the time being. We’ll see how long that lasts without me biting my tongue all the way through.
I hate fighting with him. It is like losing an argument with myself.
But enough of that. I’m just glad we were able to celebrate the impending arrival of our new furniture at the local friendly… and friendly it was once Freddy and I got started on the topic of illegal bonfires, being girlfriends in the work camp and asking Mr. Parony to vouch for being a solid role model for us… *laughs* I tend to forget that even wizards are fascinated with twins, dirty unnatural sex gods beasts that we are. It did get us a round of drinks... and yes what were the chances? Courtest of Mr. Parony himself… busily being fascinated by the Wondrous Weasley twins from afar. We just couldn’t help but put on a show… at least the poor sod will have some fond memories to entertain himself with for a while.
*pulls a face* Now I’ve done it. Merlin--I need a bath. I feel unclean. Pondering being pawed by that slimy man even in jest reminds me somehow of the days of double Potions with His Greasiness. *hears a low voice in his head* Adequate Misters Weasley, interchangeable though you are… Interchangeable indeed. Slimy git. *shudders and contorts face* GAH! The horrors of a lively imagination!!
*runs upstairs at full tilt, trying to scrub his mind clean of the mental images he’s created*
Wow. Another long day. Shopping of all things. Took advantage of the Tuesday off day to close shop and replenish supplies here and there… and thank Merlin! I’m so so glad we finally bought proper beds… *does a happy little box step with a jar of stabilized ashwinder eggs*
But that salesman… what a freakish little man! As if we ourselves weren’t salesmen of the highest caliber! of a sort So blindingly amusing the way Freddy and I led him on a merry chase through the shop “looking for the right beds” only to come back to the model we saw early in the visit. Loathe as I am to admit it, I think we may have taken it a little far with the “we’ve only ever had one bed” *bat eyelashes innocently* comment. But it did lower the price, so I suppose I should be thankful for dear Mr. Parony’s perversions.
I’m glad that Fred and I are at least mostly talking again, but I guess not saying what we should be about The Great Git. He’s obviously still convinced that there’s hope for restitution; I just don’t want to argue with him. So fine. Whatever. I shall avoid acknowledging the small prickling sensation in the “Freddy’s being a wanker” portion of our shared brain for the time being. We’ll see how long that lasts without me biting my tongue all the way through.
I hate fighting with him. It is like losing an argument with myself.
But enough of that. I’m just glad we were able to celebrate the impending arrival of our new furniture at the local friendly… and friendly it was once Freddy and I got started on the topic of illegal bonfires, being girlfriends in the work camp and asking Mr. Parony to vouch for being a solid role model for us… *laughs* I tend to forget that even wizards are fascinated with twins, dirty unnatural sex gods beasts that we are. It did get us a round of drinks... and yes what were the chances? Courtest of Mr. Parony himself… busily being fascinated by the Wondrous Weasley twins from afar. We just couldn’t help but put on a show… at least the poor sod will have some fond memories to entertain himself with for a while.
*pulls a face* Now I’ve done it. Merlin--I need a bath. I feel unclean. Pondering being pawed by that slimy man even in jest reminds me somehow of the days of double Potions with His Greasiness. *hears a low voice in his head* Adequate Misters Weasley, interchangeable though you are… Interchangeable indeed. Slimy git. *shudders and contorts face* GAH! The horrors of a lively imagination!!
*runs upstairs at full tilt, trying to scrub his mind clean of the mental images he’s created*